Ever since I got here on January 17, 2010 it has been a wild ride. I spent 2 weeks at the Capsule Hotel, then friends helped me get an apartment on a monthly basis. I no sooner move in and acquire all the furnishings from the other tenants that moved out and meet a Japanese woman at a foreigners bar ("Club Zero" as it's called), The next night I get clubbed and mugged for USD$500 (by some are saying the Yakuzi) and get home at 8:30AM the next day with a concussion, bump on the forehead, two black eyes, swollen face, and four bumps and bruises to my left shin. A week goes by and I meet up with the woman I met so she could check on me. Another week has gone by, we are in a relationship as of February 13th, and she is dragging me to the hospital in about an hour. I missed my flight back to Korea to renew my visa, which was on the 13th, and can't leave now without giving 30 days notice. I don't want to leave as I really dig my girlfriend so I have to find a way back. Incidentally, she looks 13 years younger than me and has a very acceptable @$$, but she is actually two years older! I guess I need more drama in my life! :)
Nam Tasa's Chief
The custom dance Chief Caspar and his clan performed prior to Nam Tasa's departure from Vanuatu. This is where and when Nam Tasa recieved his custom name from the Banks Islands in Vanuatu.
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...Then that evening a friend gets run over by a taxi whilst riding his bicycle. The taxi driver missed the stop line on the road by 10 meters (27 feet)!
Last night gets better... Walking home after the taxi incident... I take my usual route home through Semenichae Ichiban and the prostitutes (or masseurs) approach me face-to-face to ask me how my face is doing? "Oh, face getting better. Sex? Blow job? Massage?" How did they know I got clubbed? I'm wearing a bandanna, hat, sunglasses, and mask to cover all evidence? That must be wear the mafia (Yakuzi) work. Near the AM/PM in Semenichae Ichiban. I gotta remember to use Spanish when dealing with hookers. On the other side of the freeway two weeks ago I got approached by seven in 100 feet all just saying "sex with me" and opening up their jackets. Putting ones head down and laughing to themselves does wonders to the face. I confused them by mixing Spanish and Bislama by just saying "Por que for vavor? Sorri be mi no save toktok ingles." :)
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